"Not a bad planet, as
a matter of fact.
Practicing law for
money there will
earn you public
impalement."

Space and Thyme
Ragout

A grand spree across
Immensity

From A Tapestry
of Magics

Many of Brian's novels are
available as e-books, CD's and
downloads. The latest are the
four books in the Black Hole
Travel Agency series written by
Brian
with his talented pal, James
Luceno.
www.booksinmotion.com

Even though
Brian died in 1996 of pancreatic cancer
at the age of 49, this is his
official website.

He led and inspired the nation,
This praiseworthy son of creation,
But although we'll all miss him,
It's time to off-kiss him,
In the int'rests of good sanitation!

From Jinx on a Terran
Inheritance
by Brian Daley

"You think a
little thing like death is going to slow us down?"

Han Solo, per Brian Daley

Brian's first two novels, Doomfarers of Coramonde and
Starfollowers of Coramonde are back in print and available at
www.amazon.com

A message from Brian:

Greetings...and farewell.

I hope and believe that I'll be
forgiven by all of you whom I didn't contact personally since the
diagnosis of my cancer. The hardships of treatment combined with
the pressures of preparation for my operation left little time to
collect thoughts and calm, and I simply couldn't make all the calls and
write all the letters it would have taken to contact everyone for whom I
care and who, I know, cares for me. You were in my thoughts, and
now I'm in yours; that will have to suffice us in this imperfect world.

Your good thoughts and prayers
would be welcome now no less than when I was alive. I hold it as
an article of faith that there are many paths to the Light, and one day
we'll get to do the catching up we missed this time around.

My love and best wishes to
all. My life, even these last days, has been one of exceptional
good fortune, luminous joys and gifts, and the people who came to be
important to me were foremost among these.

Until we meet again...

BRIAN
7/26/95

Here is a postscript to Brian's letter and to the
essay about his ashes:

A friend asked for some of his cremains
to scatter in an unusual place. In 2003, when a memorial to the Indian
combatants was finally added at the site of the Little Bighorn Battlefield
National Monument, its designers included a stone opening as a Spirit Gate to
welcome the dead, both Indian and Anglo. However, members of some
tribes feel that the existence of such a doorway poses a danger to this world.

They asked my friend to put dust from a
grave in the portal to seal it shut and protect our earthly plane. The
friend, who has read Brian's books, thinks Brian would accept the "challenge and
the duty of protecting our world from an inter-dimensional rift."
He could be right. Brian had a soldier's heart.

As my friend put it, "Brian will help to
guard the portal and keep anything bad from happening. Brian has the hard
work... I just have to drive to Montana."

Still Quant would've
piped Satan aboard with twenty-one guns and two dozen
sideboys if it had held promise of keeping his ship safe.

Wavelets closed around the dome like silty champagne, and the
WHOAsuit sank beneath water as murky as Lucifer's id.

Hippo was the engineer who had tinkered together Aquamarine's
first muscle car to amuse himself during the survey
mission. Powered by semi-alive bundles of freshwater
mollusk muscle from the Trans-Bourne and galvani stones
from the Scourlands...